Whitefish River "brew glory,"

The stabbing pain in Rue's head faded to a dull throb as the buck's throes weakened. When she felt its head go heavy in her jaws, she released her grip and stepped backward carefully. All her movements were careful, so as to avoid jarring her head and triggering another painful stab. 

Liri was bubbling over with excitement, and Rue might have been the same were in not for the ache inside her skull. She offered Liri a weak smile and Kavik a tail-wag in return for their praise. "Uh-huh, I, uh.." They had both done brilliantly, of course, but Rue was having a tough time stringing the words together to offer compliments. "I think it got me," she finally said. That would certainly be obvious-- the deep stain of drying blood upon her brow and cheek was a stark contrast against her pale fur. A slow trickle of fresh crimson was oozing its slow progess down the space behind her ear.